Boxed in
We bought some barstools to go to our bar last weekend and the kids..well...they got a nice big box to play in, It is amazing how something so simple can turn into a clubhouse or just to hide in. Yesterday, it kept 2 boys occupied all afternoon.
On Sunday, the kids wanted me to close it up with them in it. I banged on it and tipped it from side to side. It was such fun for them. Hearing their giggles were heaven to me. Then they wanted me to get in so I eagerly obliged. I was in. The kids closed the top. They banged and I banged back. Then one sat on the top and it was all quiet. I was consumed with darkness with no air. Panic started to instill in my brain and body. Then my inner claustophobia washed over me, I screamed for them to let me out or open it up. They did not hear my pleas. I finally broke free from the box through the side. Husband comes up the stairs just as I broke free from the box asking what was going on and trying hard to suppress his own inner demon giggles. Ya..I can laugh about it now but then...I was not laughing.
On Sunday, the kids wanted me to close it up with them in it. I banged on it and tipped it from side to side. It was such fun for them. Hearing their giggles were heaven to me. Then they wanted me to get in so I eagerly obliged. I was in. The kids closed the top. They banged and I banged back. Then one sat on the top and it was all quiet. I was consumed with darkness with no air. Panic started to instill in my brain and body. Then my inner claustophobia washed over me, I screamed for them to let me out or open it up. They did not hear my pleas. I finally broke free from the box through the side. Husband comes up the stairs just as I broke free from the box asking what was going on and trying hard to suppress his own inner demon giggles. Ya..I can laugh about it now but then...I was not laughing.
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